To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. - Oscar Wilde
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POETRY FOR PLEASURE
HOPE THE HERMIT
17th century
Once in a blythe green wood
Lived a hermit wise and good,
Whom the folks from far and near
For his council sought,
Knowing well that what he taught
The dreariest of hearts would cheer.
Though his hair was white
His eye was clear and bright,
And he thus was ever wont to say:
“Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!
"The very longest lane,
Has a turning, it is plain,
E'en the blackest of clouds will fly:
And what can't be cured
Must with patience be endured:
As cheaply can we laugh as cry."
And people gazed,
At words so deep amazed,
While the Sage went on to say:
"Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!
Pray, is the hermit dead?
From the forest has he fled?
No, he lives to counsel all
Who an ear will lend
To their wisest, truest friend,
And Hope the Hermit's name they call.
Still he sits, I ween,
'Mid branches ever green,
And cheerly you may hear him say:
"Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!”
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17th century
Once in a blythe green wood
Lived a hermit wise and good,
Whom the folks from far and near
For his council sought,
Knowing well that what he taught
The dreariest of hearts would cheer.
Though his hair was white
His eye was clear and bright,
And he thus was ever wont to say:
“Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!
"The very longest lane,
Has a turning, it is plain,
E'en the blackest of clouds will fly:
And what can't be cured
Must with patience be endured:
As cheaply can we laugh as cry."
And people gazed,
At words so deep amazed,
While the Sage went on to say:
"Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!
Pray, is the hermit dead?
From the forest has he fled?
No, he lives to counsel all
Who an ear will lend
To their wisest, truest friend,
And Hope the Hermit's name they call.
Still he sits, I ween,
'Mid branches ever green,
And cheerly you may hear him say:
"Though to care we are born,
Yet the dullest morn
Often heralds in the fairest day!”
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JOHN'S GALLERY
Landscape with Watering Horses, by Marco Ricci
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Landscape with Watering Horses, by Marco Ricci
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TAKE YOUR PARTNERS
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"The Clouds will soon roll by" played here by Henry Hall and the BBC Dance Orchestra,
and sung by Val Rosing. Uploaded by JoolyOTR
and sung by Val Rosing. Uploaded by JoolyOTR
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AN 80 PLUS QUOTE
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. - Mark Twain
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